Exhausting existentialism
The girls arrive next week. That’s excellent because their company does me a world of good. They don’t indulge angst- tortured by insomnia- pondering Dorothy Parker’s narrow house. Have I mentioned I found the narrow house? It’s hilarious. One door and one window. It’s on the same street as building II. I’m listening to Mexican music tonight; of the early 20th century variety. On Spotify, it’s free. Archbishop Canizares celebrated mass for General Franco yesterday. Shameless. I’m exhausted. My mind has been going off on its own- doing its own thing. Without my permission. I killed weeds today with my new flamethrower. Everyone I know unanimously agreed I shouldn’t have a flamethrower, but I got one anyway. I enjoyed using it. And no one died or was hurt today, so there. There.
My Mazamet 
Bloody funny. But remember – don’t drink and throw flames at the same time.
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P.S. Great video. Fits the mood.
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I agree. The thought of Pink out in the garden, flamethrower in one hand, drink in the other, is both hilarious and utterly terrifying! 😀
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The dogs were nowhere to be seen- of their own accord 😀
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I imagine you gardening like a well dressed Bond villain now, it was probably your evil “mwah ha ha” as the first weeds burst into flame that drove the dogs away… 😀
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He’s dancing a Zapateado whilst swigging Tequila and scorching Mike’s dahlias.
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Mike’s dahlias? As if. He was birthed in Welsh methodist territory. Flowers are a superfluous luxury of the idle classes- his teachers told him…
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The dahlias are a euphemism.
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My dear, I come from many, many generations of people who can drink and throw flames at the same time 😛
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I hear you’re pretty handy with the blow torch, too. 😮
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Flamethrowers are fucking awesome. And nobody can tell you otherwise, because you have one. They’re just jealous. In fact, I’m jealous, because a flamethrower is the best thing I didn’t realize I needed until now. You have to kill the weeds with fire. It’s the only way.
And existentialism sucks. I try not to contemplate anything I can’t spell after 10 drinks. It’s a good rule to have. Gravity, danger, and fire are all fair game. Existentialism, Zoroastrianism, and Les Miserables are not.
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A freaking flamethrower! You’re a badass just for having one.
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Oh! No pictures? Tsk tsk…
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of the narrow house or the flamethrower?
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lol – just saw the new post – thanks for both!
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I want a flamethrower….the school field at the bottom of our garden has horrid brambles which weedkiller didn’t quite kill, & sycamore saplings. I could have fun destroying them.
(husband has said a very firm NO. He is a spoilsport).
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It’s fun and easy! Mike also said no but it turns out 50% of everything is mine 😉 So I get to make decisions too!!!
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